The freedom of cycling past the former spice warehouses of the Warmoesstraat to a canalside apartment on Prinsengracht on the elegant south side of the city. Wind in your hair.
Now we’re inside. It’s getting dark. It’s gezellig. That quintessential ingredient of good Amsterdam living — it’s cosy. Warm. Flowers in the window. Cake and feeling indulged. Beautifully made wooden furniture. Dark hues on the walls.
A genre-defying floral, spicy, woody, ambery fragrance. The conceptual imagining of a black tulip.A spicy aromatic head of elemi, schinus molle CO2 extract, Szechuan pepper and saffron. The floral heart contains tulip and rose. And a base of cedarwood, musks, sandalwood and amber.
“It’s non-stop go-go-go. Energetic with a creative and intellectual fizz. Power-walking to a breakfast meeting over the Brooklyn Bridge. A lazy May afternoon in the sun at Park Slope, warmth on the skin. Small flowers in the grass. Fresh air. It’s life on the sidewalk, early summer breezes, the glow from the lighting in bars and diners, bright apartments with books. Cocktails with friends.
It’s a musky citrus fragrance. A fresh, spicy, fizzy head, with notes of bergamot, squeezed lemon and orange juice. Incense, cardamom, ozonic notes. A floral heart, with magnolia and orris root. And a base of white woods, benzoin, amber and musks.
“This feeling of an ancient city, but with a freshness, a modernity. An old luxury and a new confidence. Sometimes clichés are in the popular imagination for all the right reasons. This is the meeting of two continents and two cultures. Coffee. Creaminess. Leather. Suede. Spices. Incense. Waking up in the Moda, crossing the Bosphorus, and a balmy night in Karaköy.”
An ambery, woody, spicy fragrance. A fresh aromatic head, with notes of bergamot, cardamom, red thyme. A woody, aromatic heart, with lavender absolute, Egyptian geranium essence, patchouli heart and sweet myrrh (opoponax) essence. And basenotes of sandalwood, vanilla, tonka bean, amber and musks.
“It’s addictive, big, small, soaring, down to earth, and done with a wicked sense of humour. East end boys and west end girls. Second-hand leather jackets. Creative, new, old, beautiful, ugly, rich, poor. All rubbing along. It’s a wet spring. Roses from Columbia Rd. Georgian architecture. A hint of dustiness. An earthy lush wetness you can almost taste.”
It’s a floral leather fragrance. With a watery green head, of cucumber and violet leaves. A floral heart, with Rose de Mai Absolute, rose oil and orris root. And basenotes of leather, sandalwood, patchouli, and cedarwood.
“Sun. White, yellow, bright. Gold jewelry on tanned skin. A lingering 1970s glamour. It’s sexy, it’s a party. It’s life in the bubble. It’s walking along the beach, naked skin, feeling relaxed, languorous, but it’s the big city, there’s noise, people and a sense of intensity and madness. It’s stopping at the juice stall on Dizengoff. It’s Bauhaus. It’s heat, sweat, cigarette smoke, flowers on the balconies overhead.”
This is a bright, sunny, floral fruity fragrance. A fresh, fruity head, and notes of clementine, bergamot, and blackcurrant bud. A floral heart with jasmine sambac absolute, Comoros’ ylang ylang, rose oil and freesia. And a warm, musky base with sandalwood, musks, Deer’s Tongue absolute (liatrix) and benzoin.
That special feeling of early morning Tokyo – the air is humid and misty. Wandering the back streets, electric cables overhead, everything is tranquil and surprisingly quiet – like being in a village with small wooden houses. The tastes of izakaya eateries, fruits, spices, wasabi – sour and sweet – a zing on your tongue. The earthy dampness of potted plants outside shrines and wooden temples. It’s refined, spiritual – sandalwood and smoky incense. A calm elegance amid the big city neon energy.”
Tokyo is a zingy, spicy, woody fragrance. A citrusy head of yuzu and bergamot with black pepper and cardamom, electrified with a dash of wasabi. A woody heart of hinoki, cedarwood, and incense, with iris, rose and nutmeg, on a base of amber, sandalwood, patchouli and vetiver.